It started out when he was four, I bought a toy at the dollar store. And when I gave him that little guitar I never dreamed he'd go to far.
He could bring it to life with only an ear, the sweetest tunes, I ever did hear. He couldn't write music, and he sure couldn't read it but that little boy sure seemed to need it.
He played for awhile, but soon it bored him. He forgot the guitar, even though it adored him. He'd begin doing one thing and fly off to another. He made me so tired, just being his mother!
He still hasn't changed, but he did surrender. Not long ago he bought a Fender. When he lays his fingers upon the strings the magic happens, and my heart sings. I'd stop anything just to hear him play his music takes my breath away.
I wish so much it could be his living, all of that magic he could be giving! But we must cope with life's demands. Dreams and desires are out of our hands. Playing guitar will not pay the bills. We make the most of other skills.
I'm just glad I bought that toy. I treasure the music, and I treasure the boy.